I want you to know everything about me. It’s important. I had a hamburger for lunch. Did you know that? I’m a Taurus, I like good jazz, I grew up in New Jersey. If you don’t know these things, and know them right now, then how can you know me? .

Hence my refrigerator door. Sure, I could show you what’s inside. The meat, the milk, the nourishment, the substance. But that would require effort, it would require honesty. What fun would that be? Better to show you the exterior. See that white burrito magnet? I got that in Florida. I flew there on a plane. That’s right. I participated in the miracle of flight, and returned safely with a relic of my journey.

And there's a birthday card with a fake refrigerator on it. And on that fake refrigerator is magnet. Really. It's all very meta. A picture of my wife on our wedding day, an electric guitar, a puppet of Vincent van Gogh, a Mayan temple and Warhol's can of chicken soup. The mind boggles. Every time I want a cold drink or some leftover taco meat, I am confronted by the richness of my existence, and I am humbled. And I want to share it with you. It's a wonderful world.

Finally, it with some sadness that I am announcing that this is my last post on Jack's Refrigerator Door. It's been a great run. I would like to thank the many of you who have shared my humorous thoughts on the news of the day, my piercing commentary, and my insights on what it means to be human at this very moment. I couldn't have done ot without you. Unfortunately, the increasing demands of my deeply rewarding life have made it impossible for me continue to bestow my wit and wisdom without sacrificing the quality to which you all have become accustomed. I will miss you all dearly.

I am now heading to Starbucks to get a London Fog Tazo Tea Latte. I thought you would like to know.